Tournament Follies
Harry looked at the Hogwarts Express with a sense of relief. The eight days since returning from the Quidditch World Cup had been very trying on the 14 year-old wizard. Remus wasn't happy learning about Harry's fight with the Death Eaters while he was passed out in the tent. The older werewolf vacillated between blaming himself for drinking too much to have been of help, yelling at Sirius for going off on his own, and concern for Harry's actions and how little impact taking a life seemed to have on him. Then the former Defence Professor's inner-Ravenclaw spoke up and Moony insisted they perform some experiments to study if the basilisk venom did come from Harry, how strong it was, and how it happened.
Their experiments revealed that four of the Beast's paws secreted out of tiny glands above each nail. At certain triggers the gland's secretions covered the nails with a weakened form of the basilisk's neurological venom. Tests on dummies showed a single paw swipe did not cause enough venom transfer to cause death but would cause temporary paralysis in most human-sized opponents.
But Moony and his experiments were not Harry's biggest trial of that last week.
No, his biggest trial was in the form of a 5'6" stunning Veela with long wavy hair that was so black it was almost blue. Kalina arrived a day after the Marauders return from the Cup claiming, "Mr Black, you owe me a round 2 for leaving so soon." Sirius almost carried her up the stairs. Harry rolled his eyes, muttered about the damage being done to his young psyche and thanked Merlin for Silencing Spells.
The next morning Harry walked into the kitchen to find Dobby making breakfast for said Veela clad in sexy bit of nothing nightdress of lace and a gauzy material that revealed a lot and teasingly hinted at the rest. She wore a robe of the same material. It was like walking into a Victoria's Secret photo shoot - except much hotter. With the competition for blood flow between his face and his groin, Harry was just glad he stayed conscious. Kalina called Harry 'cute' and started flirting with the tongue-tied teenager much to Sirius's enjoyment. It was made even worse when she realized his reaction was that of a typical teenage male, not the effect of her allure. That meant to her that teasing Harry just became a game .
But the real surprise was when she was there again the next morning. And the morning after that, and the morning after that. In fact, she was still there to join Remus and Sirius in taking Harry to meet the Express. None of Sirius's other flings were more than one-night stands. (Many of them were never more than one-hour stands.) So Harry and Remus were shocked when Kalina was still around on September 1st. And based on the silly happy grins both were wearing, neither planned on her leaving anytime soon.
Harry found Kalina to be a lot of fun and good to talk to (at least when she was fully dressed). He learned a lot about Veela during their talks. Veela were the offspring of wizards and nymphs. All the Veela were female. A male born to a Veela was a normal wizard, although probably very attractive looking. A female child was a Veela with the full gifts of her line not matter how many generations it had been since the original pairing. A female born to male child of a Veela did not have any of the gifts than that of a normal witch. It was only the unbroken line of mother to daughter that retained the gifts which explained why the world wasn't overrun with Veela.
It was just Harry's misfortune that Kalina had the same sense of humour as his Dogfather - low and lower.
So that last few weeks of Harry's best summer ever was filled with avoiding a misplaced Ravenclaw Defence professor intent on studying him and a sex-crazed wizard and Veela that were trying to 'initiate' every room of the house. That many sex pheromones along with studying did horrible things to a hormone-charged fourteen year-old wizard with a wolf's sense of smell. It was something of a relief to be heading off to Hogwarts again.
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"Harry! It is so good to see you!" Hermione squealed as she entered the compartment Harry had claimed for them. "I have been so busy this summer! But how was it with your godfather and Professor Lupin? Did they show you a lot of new magic? What was it like living with them? Did you go to the World Cup like you talked about? Were you there when the rioters attacked? Did you…"
"Hermione! Stop it already," Harry interrupted in a loud voice.
Hermione looked a bit chagrined when she realized she'd been machine-gunning her questions without giving Harry a chance to answer.
"Sorry," she said. "It is just so much happened since the end of last year."
"Tell me about it," Harry agreed with a roll of his eyes.
"My ankle still hurts from all of those 'changes'," Ron announced from where he stood in the compartment door. Harry grinned up at one of his best mates. Ron had quickly accepted Sirius's apology for breaking the boy's ankle at the end of last year. But that didn't stop the red-head from playing up his encounter with the dangerous fugitive for all it was worth. Ron enjoyed the attention and it diverted attention away from Harry's role. It was a win-win in Harry's book.
"Oh hush, Madam Pomprey fixed it that night," Hermione responded.
"It still aches when it rains," the red-head whinged playfully.
"Wasn't that your excuse for why Ginny scored so many goals on you even though your ankle has nothing to do with flying or tending goal?" Daphne asked from behind Ron. The Slytherin witch moved past the surprised Ron to drop into the seat across from Hermione.
"Who told you that?" Ron demanded.
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